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Part 11: Vinsra Rovad closed the door behind her, as she and Ganz left their strange guest to rest. These simple Leshers of the plains were kind and gentle, and more trusting than the majority of their kind would be under the circumstances. At least, one of them was. Stepping into their living room, Ganz walked over to the small fireplace in the center of the room and tossed in a nearby log, keeping the warm inferno raging. "What is your impression of our guest?" Vinsra asked her husband. "I think it will be difficult to communicate with it," Ganz said grouchily, poking the fire with an iron rod. "Were you really expecting a creature so peculiar as that to simply know our language and customs? It's a Sky Being, Ganz. It came down with that midday shooting star, I'm sure of it." "That has yet to be seen," Ganz replied skeptically. "I am not prepared to assume anything so drastic as of yet." "Then what is it?" Vinsra asked, crossing her arms. "What else could it be?" "It could very well be a demon, or other spiritual being from the depths." "Now you're being ridiculous," Vinsra said, storming off. "What? Are we to totally discount the old beliefs, which teach us of such beings?" "Those beliefs say nothing of creatures like that, and I seriously doubt a demon or other spiritual creature would be so affected by Kendra venom." "It is quite miraculous that it survived. That alone should be reason enough to suspect." "Its body is clearly alien to our own, but you know that Kendra bites are not always lethal, even to Leshers. The fact that it survived merely shows physical superiority." Ganz growled in frustration. "This is pointless. We will get no answers arguing amongst ourselves. We should take this to the town council. They will decide what to do with the thing." Vinsra stomped over to Ganz and pointed a clawless finger at him. "I will not see you hand this creature over to those ignorant peasants, just so they can hand it over to the Hierarchy. This being is beyond their understanding. It would become a monster to be burned, or a laboratory specimen to be dissected." "I understand," Ganz said, gripping Vinsra's shoulders. "I just think we need help, greater minds than our own, to deal with this creature. It is somewhat outside our professional aptitudes." "I know, but we are the best thing for it." Vinsra walked out of the room, passing through a doorway into the kitchen. There, she took a loaf of bread out of the cupboard and sliced off several slabs of the wheaty foodstuff. Throwing them onto a wooden plate, she headed back to the bedroom, where the creature awaited.
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